The moment Khadgar had finished tending to both the head wound and three large gouges across his side, he admittedly noted he had another burst of energy - despite wanting to throw up from over stuffing himself and a glide of his fingers over the bandages had the mage know that hunting would probably be the best course of action. Not only could he slowly dry the meat of whatever he caught.... the sinew could be made in sutures as well as a cured bone shaped right would do well as a needle.

Using Atiesh as leverage, Khadgar pushed himself from the ground, pocketed the salve and glanced towards where the best place to get the food would be. One bird had been enough, but for what he was thinking... well, the Blackwind Sabercat was an optimal choice and took to the air as a raven to go seek one out.

Khadgar would return hours later, smug as he floated three sabercat corpses into the cave and peered at the wolf expectantly. As if he expected to have the other be annoyed that he chose to do something on his own - perhaps worry him again.

"I need one of these for something else. But if you join me outside, you can help me prepare the other two for cooking. I am going to dry some of the meat, it should keep better than most other things as well as be a good substitute should I feel the need to snack on a pastry."

Look at the Guardian flaunting his ability to still take care of himself - at least when there was another around to make him petty enough to do it out of spite.